Monday, November 27, 2006

Stuff I gotta do before I go to Northern California

For various reasons, mainly to do with me being disorganized, it's taken me until yesterday to start doing something about my move to Lake Tahoe for this winter. I have actually managed to accomplish a few things, which is good. I got a job. I bought a plane ticket. Kind of with my own money, depending on how you view credit cards. As of today, I have a car, although no insurance for it.

So what do I still need to do? The big one is, of course, subletting my apartment. On the one hand, it's not that difficult in this market and I don't anticipate it turning into a huge problem. But it's always kind of a problem, and I do have a lot of stuff that needs to go back into storage. So much of it never quite made it out of the boxes I packed it in that I'm finding repacking to be less of a chore than I thought it would be. I think this is the silver lining for disorganization. But I also want to get a new passport, so I need to make sure not to store anything I need for that.

The other thing is getting mail forwarded. Premium forwarding service? The other kind? How do I receive mail once I'm there, anyway? And speaking of mail, there's a lot that I can live without, but broadband internet service only makes the list of we're talking about food, water and shelter. If there were five items (I do love clothes,) broadband would be one.

Furniture is an issue too. I have a futon in a garage in California, but no mattress. Oh, and shipping my bike. To whom? Where? Maybe the grandparents...

Banking is another issue. Hopefully Sugarbowl believes in Direct Deposit. Mailing checks home every week at Park Playhouse was lame. Luck thing that Soda Springs has a post office, and the town's too small for it to be a pain to get to.

Monday, November 20, 2006

The transportation gods are evil

I had a job driving a truck on Saturday. It shouldn't have been a big deal, but the transportation gods demand blood sacrifice and apparently they hadn't been placated in a while. I was in the Upper East Side on Saturday morning, so I hopped on a 6 train at Hunter College and transferred to a 4 or 5 at Grand Central. That got me as far as Bowling Green, where it stopped. Turns out that 4 and 5 trains weren't going beyond Bowling Green for the weekend. So I'm still in Manhattan. At first I thought that it wasn't going to be a big deal because I could just walk a few blocks back up to a 2/3 station and go to Brooklyn on one of those. Nope. The A was probably running fine, but it doesn't go to the stop I needed in Brooklyn, and the J/M/Z is so off my beaten track I didn't even think to try it. Turned out that it doesn't stop at my stop in Manhattan on the weekend anyway. The eventual solution to all this involved riding around on my bike.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Chocolate covered sparkies

I've always felt that caterers weren't actually people, or at least not human beings. People do some pretty bad things to one another, granted, but the obliviousness that caterers continue to bring to their work after the many gigs that most of them have done is astounding.

I worked last night at the American Museum of Natural History. There's a loading dock with a driveway on Columbus there. The truck comes down the driveway and into a courtyard, then stops outside some double doors and the crew pushes things down a ramp, immediately up another, and into a paved hallway. From there, depending on the room, we have a lot of different ways to go. Everyone takes the downward ramp at a run, in hopes of using the inertia created to get the load a lot of the way up the following ramp. Last night, the caterers dumped out their desserts at the bottom of the two ramps. Chocolate mousse, served in what looked like they were once Martini glasses. I discovered this when it caused me to roll the cart I was pushing, dumping many medium-sized boxes of lighting equipment into the chocolate swamp at the bottom. Now, whoever is in the shop today is sorting and returning equipment that's oddly sticky and smells like chocolate.

The thing is that this is not an isolated incident. Caterers have a talent for finding a bottleneck in the path that everyone's equipment has to take in and out of a venue and then dumping some kind of waste there. Ice is a definite favorite. This leads me to conclude that either they're evil or they're operating at some subhuman level in which experience and awareness of their environment do not play a role in their decision-making process.